Before the crash, she had worked inside the Montalvo organization.
And before leaving, she had preserved an encrypted backup of internal accounting logs.
The backup showed every suspicious transaction.
Dates.
Vendor names.
IP addresses.
Digital authorization credentials.
Chloe’s fingerprints were all over the missing million.
Four days later, the Montalvo family was scheduled to host an elaborate engagement gala at their East Hampton estate.
Hundreds of guests.
Wall Street executives.
Socialites.
Business leaders.
It was supposed to formally celebrate Marcus and Chloe.
By coincidence, I already had a reason to be there.
That same evening, Arthur Montalvo and I were scheduled to finalize a fifty-million-dollar commercial real estate partnership.
Daniela looked at me.
“What are you going to do?”
I closed the folder.
“Nothing illegal.”
Then I smiled.
“I’m just going to make sure Chloe finally faces a problem money can’t erase.”
On the night of the gala, I stood in front of my mirror longer than usual.
